A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

the one who picked

building with windows that had

comfortable drinking a cup of

individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter

stood by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital

almost given up

had lived two

a glass of water and

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

he

murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very

when he

immediately broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

also her favorite food,”

to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask

Mark heard this, he began to fumble

then, he stopped and shook his

he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

not call her,”

didn’t have to give

he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

from him and swallowed them without a

a nurse

she was done, Mark looked sideways

got weaker and

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

dreamed of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

almost given up on

was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

was standing behind him with a glass of water

the medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had not

After a while, he murmured, “Today is the

when he

during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated,

also her favorite food,” Mark

this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How

began to fumble in his pocket for

stopped

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

better not call her,” he said to

give Cecilia too

he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

medicines from him

a nurse came in

Mark

weaker

asleep nowadays. This

to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still

was much like that of

would look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got

this Cecilia in his dream

in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying,

point, Mark woke

hospital room were white,

closed

needed

felt cold all over his body. He

to buy the pumpkin

foreign nurse was in the

really wanted to return home. He missed his home so

wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on

couldn’t

he would never give up as long as he

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back…

to stay strong

now, he was finding it difficult to go back

to make

Edwin once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a blink of an

said he wanted to go there because he missed

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he

came back to

into a snowstorm on his way, so he

in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

planes

of

Mark only actually

not more

it in his mouth, he put down

narrowed his eyes and

back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was

now, it was around 4 a.m.

looked at the caller

you,” Peter urged in

broke into a

silly boy,”

decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so

voice sounded a

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

had given birth to a girl that

phone trembled so violently that

silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

sacrificed too much in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to

and

call, he never even dared

hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

a while, he looked up at Peter and said,

and he did a

said with

day of the new year. And Olivia

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper

to fly back home

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glance would be

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